Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2011 19:23:17 -0500
From: Rome Krone
Subject: My Sons Manly Needs - Gay Incest
Author's note: This story is completely fictitious and pure fantasy.
It contains depictions of sexual acts between adults and minors. If
easily offended or if it is illegal to read such material where you
live, please refrain from continuing or do so by your own volition.
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***
My Sons Manly Needs
***
Truth is stranger than fiction, and in the case of Declan Harriman
this is accurate.
My first memory of Declan is a boy, standing alone on my front porch
with a beat up grocery bag containing everything he owned, and a large
rag-tag German shepherd observing my every inflection. A dark SUV was
driving away; disappearing in the mist. My mind couldn't make sense of
it. It was surreal.
I didn't know Declan existed, but the microsecond I saw him, I knew
who he was. The sluggish churn of acid in my stomach conveyed dull
pain through my torso. This strange kid; this boy was mine. It seemed
only a few years ago I could look in a mirror and see the same face
staring back.
***
It wasn't an incessant pounding or knocking, but instead, a light
rapping. The sound invaded my dreams. Waking, I looked at the clock.
It was 6:33am on a Saturday morning. I didn't hear the knocking again,
but it gnawed at me. Grumbling, I grabbed a pair of jeans and went to
the front door bare chested.
Opening the door, I saw a boy and dog on my porch. I glimpsed a car in
my driveway vanishing in the morning fog.
"Can I help you?" I asked unable to take my eyes off the boy and wary
of the big dog.
"Are you John DeShan?" the boy asked surveying me and my hairy chest.
I nodded.
I thought his raised voice was defiance until I heard the quiver. He
was scared. "They told me you are my father."
I don't know how long we stood there, looking at each other.
"I'm only twenty-six," I said breaking the silence. "I think someone
is pulling a fast one on you. How old are you?" All along I knew he
was right. I was looking at my son for the first time.
"Yeah, I know, they told me. I'm going to be thirteen in two weeks,"
he said. "My name is Declan."
I did the math in my head. My parents sent me to summer camp in
Montana when I was fourteen. All American, but looking like an Arabian
crown prince, with light olive skin, dark hair, heavy eyebrows, long
lashes, and deep brown eyes almost appearing black, I was considered
cute at that age. Cute enough, even with braces on my teeth, that one
of the seventeen year old junior counselors, Kelly, let me fuck her
whenever we could manage to get away.
She also complimented me on being hung for a fourteen year old;
something I learned later was true. I was always one of the bigger
guys between the legs in the locker rooms.
My memory raced back to that time. We got caught one night by another
councilor and Kelly was sent home and I came home never to hear from
her again. My parents were upset and I got my share of parental
lectures and a more in depth "sex talk" from my dad, but we got over
it. All I could remember about the girl was, she was rather pretty,
her name was Kelly Harriman, she had dark brown hair, and she was my
first.
Tears welled in the boys eyes.
Sticking out my hand, I said, "This is a bit of a surprise for me, and
it looks like it is for you too. Do you want to come inside?"
The dog snarled at my stretched out hand until Declan shook it.
"Yes sir, can Rex come in too?" Declan asked.
Still apprehensive of the dog, but being a guy who likes dogs and
cats, I nodded. "Sure, you guys come in.
***
"You hungry?" I asked.
"Yes sir," Declan said.
"My name is John, but everyone in these parts calls me Jack. You can
call me Jack if you want," I said.
The boy nodded.
"Have a seat while I dig us up something to eat."
Declan sat at the small kitchen table, and Rex stretched out at his
feet. I could feel their eyes on me.
During breakfast I offered a piece of bacon to the dog. Rex looked up
at Declan and waited for his okay before he inched toward my hand and
the bacon. Snatching it, he seemed to swallow without tasting it.
Taking my plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, I sat it on the floor for
Rex. He devoured it. For the first time since meeting Declan, the boy
gave me a faint smile.
I watched them eat in silence. They were hungry. My mind whirled with
questions, but the questions would have to wait. They both needed a
bath. This was priority number two after feeding them.
***
After they finished eating I began clearing the table.
"Tell you what, Rex can stay in the house with us if you promise to
keep him clean and brushed. Right now, until I can buy him a brush,
just a bath would be a good idea; he stinks. There's a hose outside
beside the house. Here's a bar of soap, wash and rinse him good," I
said. "We'll go out later and get him some food, pet shampoo, dog
dish, the brush, and anything else he needs. I'll take off Monday, and
we'll get him to the vet for shots and all of the other paraphernalia
that goes with owning a dog."
Declan looked at me and I could see tears well in his eyes again
before he turned away. He understood without hearing me say it, that
he and Rex would have a place to stay. At that moment he imprinted on
me. The bond was unbreakable and we both felt it.
***
I walked outside carrying a couple of towels to see how it was going
with Declan and Rex. Before going around the house, I heard Declan
talking to the dog and I stopped to listen.
"He seems okay. He likes you and that makes him a good guy in my
book," Declan said to Rex.
"Hey! Now you got me all wet," Declan laughed as I heard the splatter
of the dog shaking off water.
"How's it going?" I asked rounding the corner.
Rex was standing with lather all over him. He shook and suds went
flying, this time getting me wet.
I'll run the water over him to rinse him, and you smooth him out and
push the soap off," I said.
Picking up the hose and adjusting the pressure, I let the water flow
over Rex rinsing him while Declan got soaking wet in the process.
By the time we finished with Rex, my jeans and boxer briefs were
soaked through, and Declan was drenched. His shoes squished when he
walked.
"Can't go in the house like this," I said and began taking off my
jeans on the front porch.
Declan stared at me.
"Off with all of your clothes. We're not going to track and drip water
through the house.
Declan hesitated looking around.
"There's no one within a mile of us and they couldn't see us from the
road anyway because of all of the swamp grass, trees, and water," I
said realizing he was nervous about taking his clothes off.
I peeled off my boxer briefs and reflexively shook out my junk.
I noticed Declan's eyes glued to my cock. Deciding not to make
anything of it and embarrasses him, I said, "Clothes off and let's
take a shower."
"Together?" Declan asked kicking off his shoes, pulling his small
tee-shirt over his head, and pushing down his soggy shorts. I saw the
outline of his boy peter in his wet briefs. He was definitely my son
in the private area.
"Well I can wait for you if you want to go first," I said. "But, we'll
save water if we do it together." I was wondering what my son looked
like nude and was hoping he would agree. It wasn't so much erotic, as
curiosity.
"Together is okay, I guess," Declan said turning away from me and
pulling off his soaked briefs.
Turning again to face me this time I locked onto his young teen junk.
Declan had a dusting of dark silk pubes, and they were nice. I
wondered if he was able to shoot yet, remembering that I could at his
age.
Jerking my attention away from his stuff, I walked into the house with
Declan and Rex following.
***
"Jack, what are those?" Declan asked pointing to the jets in the spa tub.
They're water jets to massage you when you take a bath," I said.
Can we take a bath instead of a shower?" Declan asked looking at the
jets in the tub.
"Yeah, we can," I answered not sure why he wanted to take a bath
instead of a shower.
Filling the big tub with water, I stepped in and settled back
partially closing my eyes. Motioning for Declan to join me, I watched
his young teen balls and peter dangling when he straddled the rim
getting in.
"It's hot," Declan eased his foot in the water.
"You'll get used to and it will feel great," I said.
Standing in the hot water, Declan looked at me not sure what to do next.
"Sit here," I said motioning between my legs. "That way you won't have
your back up against the faucet."
Declan turned his back to me and sat down, surprising me when he
scooted back between my legs, pressing against my crotch, which began
to react from the contact.
"This is nice." Declan said. "I guess you want to know why I'm here."
I wrapped an arm around his small chest pulling him closer, laying my
chin on the top of his thick black hair. "Yes," I whispered, aware of
his body heat. A strange moment flashed through my brain again; I had
my son in my arms, a son I never knew I had.
***
Sitting in tepid water the jets had long since cut themselves off.
Declan was clean from head to toe and asleep in my arms. My heart
ached for him. An occasional tear would overspill and run down my
face.
Declan's mother passed away two months ago. She was a good and loving
mother, taking care of Declan and protected him from her family the
best she could until she died. Declan came across as a good kid, well
adjusted, who was raised by a devoted woman.
His grandparents wouldn't have anything to do with his mother or him,
calling her a whore and Declan an abomination. One of his uncles was
reluctant but took Declan in for a while until the grandparents
threatened to split the family and cause big trouble. The uncle had
seen the vicious way the grandparents had cut off their daughter
because of Declan and wanted to avoid this.
This uncle learned who Declan's father was and drove all the way from
Montana to my home along the Carolina coast. After dropping Declan off
without a goodbye the uncle drove off this morning. All Declan knew
was my name. His uncle told him I was his father, and got his mother
pregnant when we were both very young. Declan would never be welcomed
or a part of his mother's family. If it hadn't been for the uncle,
Declan would have been on the streets, because his mother's family
didn't care enough to call the local social services to help. Declan
was scared, and Rex was the only thing that kept him from physical
abuse after his mother died, because if anyone got near Declan in a
threatening way, Rex let it be known, he would attack.
Seeing my prune fingertips I knew it was time to get out of the water.
Declan's nap was only about fifteen minutes, but we had to get out.
Looking down in the still water, I saw his boy cock in full erection,
the water distortion making it appear fat. Missing so much of my son's
early years, I wanted to know everything about him. With no thoughts
of eroticism I explored him using a gentle hand and a bar of soap as
far as I could reach his slender body under water. The sleekness of
his chest and tiny boney hips spreading out like smooth knotty wings
made me smile. Running the soap up his inner thigh, I brushed his
balls drawn up tight in the cooling water, felt the silk of his young
pubic hair, and wrapped my soapy fist around his cock, keeping my
fingers light learning his feel. I heard him moan, startling me. I
released him and lifted him out of the water.
Declan woke up when I stepped out of the tub.
"Sorry, Jack, I didn't mean to fall asleep," Declan said as I sat him down.
"No problem. Now we both smell better," I laughed.
"I feel better too," Declan grinned when I tossed a towel at him, and
it landed across his head.
I knew we were both checking each other out and trying to be discreet.
It's a good thing we aren't cats or the curiosity would have killed
us, so the saying goes.
"You know, it's okay to look if you want. I sure want to know what you
look like. I have a son I didn't even know about and I want to see
you. There is nothing I have you can't see or know about," I said.
Declan grinned big nodding his head in agreement. From this point we
didn't try to disguise our looking at each other, and would break into
smiles when we looked into each other eyes.
"You have clean clothes in the bag you brought with you?" I asked.
Declan nodded.
"Let's get dressed and get you and Rex settled in," I said.
***
When Declan realized my home was only one bedroom and bath with a
great room and kitchen combined and wrap around porch, he asked where
he was going to sleep.
"You have a choice. You can sleep on the couch until I get you a
single bed. There's room in the bedroom for another bed if you want,
or you can sleep with me in the king size bed. There's room there too,
so we won't be running into each other in the middle of the night," I
said.
Without hesitation, Declan said, "I'll sleep with you. But what about
if you have a girlfriend over?"
I was wondering if he was a little worldlier than I first believed.
"You'll just have to stay on your side of the bed until I do my thing
and if you're a good boy and don't interrupt maybe I'll share her with
you," I wiggled my eyebrows.
Declan knew I was teasing and laughed.
He was right though. My lifestyle was about to change in ways I would
never have thought of hours ago.
***
I ended up taking two weeks off to get Declan and Rex squared away.
With introductions to my parents, who loved him the minute he walked
in their door, to making a couple of good friends at his new school,
buying more clothes, hiring a lawyer to make sure I could legally keep
Declan and never have him taken away from me, and all of the other
things that go with having my boy living with me, everything was going
okay.
Today was Declan's thirteenth birthday. We were invited to dinner at
my parents. Declan still couldn't get over how much different they
were than his mother's parents. After a favorite meal of chili dogs
and chocolate birthday cake, he received more presents in one evening
than he'd ever received in his entire life. At first I thought I was
going to have to make a second trip from my parents' house to mine
just to carry all of the gifts, but I end up not having too.
On the ride home with Declan in the front with me and Rex in the back
seat crowded with gifts all around him, Declan was quite for a while
before he spoke.
"Jack, I know you're young to have a thirteen year old kid, but can I
start calling you dad?" Declan asked.
Reaching out with one hand, I mussed Declan's dark hair. "You bet ya."
***
We unloaded the car and stashed Declan's hoard of gifts in the great
room until he could get them put away.
"Anything else you want to do for your birthday, before turning in for
the night?" I asked Declan.
"There's no school tomorrow and we can sleep in. Can I surf the net
before coming to bed?" Declan asked.
"Okay, I'm going to bed and read for a while. Don't stay up past
midnight," I said.
"Okay dad," Declan smiled.
***
It was almost midnight when I laid my book aside. Getting up I walked
to the living room to tell Declan it was time to shut the computer off
and go to bed.
Declan was so engrossed in something on the computer, he didn't hear
me walk up behind him. I started reading over his shoulder realizing
he was reading a story on a site called Nifty Archives about a teenage
son who loved his father and the dad was sucking the son off on a
regular basis.
My cock began to plump. With my mind reeling, I backed out of the room
in silence. Rex watched me, but Declan didn't notice me.
"Declan, it's time to shut the computer off and get to bed," I called
from the bedroom.
"Okay dad, be right there," Declan called back.
I lay in bed with my head spinning. The story Declan was reading
excited me in a way I wasn't used to.
In the past couple of weeks, Declan's seen my morning wood, and I've
seen his. We both tease each other about needing to take care of "that
thing" before it pokes a hole in someone.
I've been seeing a married woman as a regular fuck buddy since high
school, off and on, but lately, with Declan around, I haven't had the
time to stop by to drain my nuts in her. She's the wife of an older
friend of mine, and he, some of my buddies, and I tap her together
most of the time. It's always been straight sex avoiding contact with
the other men. Sometimes if no one else is around, I bang her and
leave right after depositing my load; sort of a `wham bam thank you
ma'am' without any strings. She and her husband both get a kick having
a tall light olive skinned hairy guy dicking her, because she's a pale
blond. That I'm hung helps too. I think it sort of turns my friends on
too when they watch me fuck her. I know I like to watch them when
they're fucking her.
I observed Declan undressing down to his briefs and crawl under the
blankets on his side of the bed. After turning the lights out, I
couldn't get the story he was reading out of my mind and I rolled over
facing Declan in the dark. Tomorrow, I'd try to find that website
again and read more of the story he was reading. Until then, I scooted
across the bed and pulled Declan in my arms. I'd never done this
before.
There was no resistance from Declan. He spooned his back against my
crotch and hairy chest. I got semi-hard and pulled back a little. He
followed me and pushed his warm butt into my boner.
"Happy birthday," I whispered holding him next to me. We drifted off
in a peaceful slumber.
***
Declan was on the front porch brushing Rex when I got up the next
morning. Rex looked good. His coat was a healthy luster from the
professional and home grooming. Not to mention, it cut down on the
amount of dog hair being shed in the house.
"What do you want to do today?" I asked while throwing the tee-shirt I
had in my hand over my shoulder instead of putting it on. I knew
Declan liked to look at my hairy chest.
"Let's find us a woman to take care of our manly needs," Declan grinned.
"You wish," I chuckled. "Besides, what do you mean by manly needs?
You've got to have powder in your cannon? Does that thing you have
hanging shoot yet?"
Declan didn't miss a beat. "You want to try some target practice?
That's a good way to find out," he tried to wiggle his eyebrows like I
do, but they only arched up without the wiggle, making him appear wide
eyed.
I laughed again. "I'll pass and take your word for it."
"What's the matter old man; afraid my little peter might out shoot
your big gun?" Declan mocked in a lighthearted scoff.
I knew if I had raised Declan from the start we probably wouldn't be
talking like this to each other; at least I never did with my dad.
But, I found it humorous, a thirteen year old boy that hadn't had a
significant male figure in his life until now, bantering with me. We
both knew this was not the norm, but also knew we both felt closeness
to each other we hadn't felt with anyone else.
Throwing my tee-shirt at Declan, I sprinted off the porch yelling, "If
you can beat me to the gate post, I might consider finding someone to
help you with your manly needs."
Darting across the lawn in a short-cut, I didn't look behind me, but
knew Declan was on my heels. Then, Rex tripped me up and I landed in
the grass catching myself with my hands. Declan run past me to the
gate post.
"That's not fair," I laughed trying to push Rex away from licking my face.
"Hey, you can't change the rules after the race has been run. You
should have set them first," Declan said jumping on my back. "You need
to live up to your end of the wager and find me someone to make me
feel good between my legs."
I rolled over with Declan scampering to stay on top of me. He plopped
himself back down sitting on my hips leaning forward to pin my hands.
There was no way he was strong enough to hold me, but I let him pin
while I looked up into his dark eyes.
"I really don't know anyone who would let my son fuck her?" I
challenged still laughing at his antics.
"Then, I guess you'll have to take care of me yourself," Declan
declared, but I could see the surprise in his eyes when I said `fuck
her'.
"In your dreams," I chuckled, freeing my hands and sitting up,
tickling Declan enough to make him squirm off me.
Rex was bouncing around making all kinds of yapping noise. He knew we
were playing and I'd never hurt Declan.
"If you don't, be warned, you can't stay awake forever, and I sleep
with you. Tonight I dare you to sleep naked," Declan dark eyes
sparkled in a sly grin.
"Oh yeah, we'll see about that," I laughed again tousling his hair.
"Let's go get something to eat."
***
The rest of the morning, Declan and I fell into our Saturday routine;
cleaning the house and mowing the yard, leaving the afternoon and all
day Sunday free.
After lunch I was horny as hell. Most Saturday afternoons, I'd ride
into town, visit my friend, fuck his wife, and hang around watching
any of my other buddies who showed up fuck her. Before leaving I'd
take another go at her with my buddies' warm cum deposits making my
large dick slick while I plowed her. My mind kept thinking about how
all of the guys were probably there now, dropping their loads inside
her.
When Declan went walking with Rex along the marsh creek, I took the
opportunity to see if could find the story he was reading last night.
It didn't take long, and I had it up on the computer in front of me.
The gist of the story started with a fourteen year old boy who was
close to his dad, telling his dad he hated waiting until he was older
to know what real sex and a real blowjob felt like. The dad saw his
son was depressed and offered to give him his first blowjob, but they
had to keep it between them. The dad got excited when he realized how
much he loved making his son cum, and how much his son loved it.
Before long, the dad was eating as much cum as the boy's young teen
balls could produce. The son loved having his own cocksucker and began
to offer his dad's talented mouth to some of his other teen friends.
I heard Declan and Rex on the porch, and closed the site, cleared the
history, and shut the computer down.
I couldn't empty my mind. I was horny as hell when Declan walked
through the door. This was one of those cases where the head of my
cock was overruling the head on my shoulders.
"Dad, we saw a doe with twin fawns..." Declan's excited voice dropped
low seeing my gaze. "Is something wrong?"
"Go take a shower, and get yourself squeaky clean," my voice was
husky. "Then I'm going to pay up on my lost bet and get you off. I've
never done anything with another guy before, and this is between you
and me."
"Huh?" Declan looked straight into my eyes trying to see if I was
messing with him.
"Go now if you want this, before I come to my senses and change my
mind," I said.
Without a word, Declan walked past me into the bathroom. I heard the
shower and sat there in an erotic haze waiting.
***
"Dad, I'm clean," Declan called in hesitant tone.
I looked up. Declan stood there nude, his thirteen year old cock standing up.
"Be on the bed waiting for me. I'll be there in a few minutes," I said
heading toward the bathroom.
I cleaned myself out and took my second shower of the day. I didn't
know how this was going to go down, but I wanted to be ready for
anything the boy wanted to do to me or wanted me to do to him.
Checking the mirror I saw a twenty-six year old man with black hair
highlighted with hints of reddish brown, nice toned body, flat
stomach, thick black bush I kept trimmed, but never to short. I liked
my pubes. Hair was a great frame for my large eggs and shaft. The fur
on my chest was dark silk, laying in patterns as if combed. "Well,
here goes," I said to myself and left the bathroom naked carrying a
bottle of lube.
***
Declan couldn't take his eyes off my boner. I think the size
frightened him a little, but at the same time he was fascinated.
"Since you won the race and I lost the wager, you can call the shots.
I'm here at your pleasure," I said lying on the bed, handing Declan
the lube.
He read what the bottle was for, and I noticed a pink blush under his
olive skin.
"I don't know what to do," Declan said.
"What do you imagine, or what do you want to do? You take charge and
tell me what you want me to do to or for you," I said.
"What did you do the first time you had sex?" Declan asked.
"At the risk of sounding crude, my first time was with your mother,
and I fucked her. It was her first time too and we sort of fumbled
through it, with her on the bottom and me on the top. I didn't get a
blowjob from a girl until I was fifteen," I said.
I could see the wheels turning behind Declan's eyes. He was thinking.
With a tentative hand, Declan reached out brushing my left nipple
before letting his hand roam down straight to my cock. He was a young
inexperienced male, going right for the prize. When his teen hand
wrapped around my dick as much as he could, I moaned. If he kept
touching me like that, I was going to blow my wad early.
"Dad, can you lay on your belly for me?" Declan asked.
I turned over on my stomach and cradled my head on my arms. Declan's
hands started traveling, running his fingers through the hair on my
head, roaming the width of my shoulders to the small of my back. I
jerked when he tickled the bottom of one of my feet, making him laugh.
Spreading my legs so he could access my low hangers from the back, he
took the hint and fondled them. I closed my eyes and let him feel his
dad.
I felt cool lube being drizzled along my hairy crack. I lay there with
my eyes shut. The lube ran down to my balls and Declan spent a long
time feeling me up and massaging my big eggs with a gentle hand. I
could tell he was exploring, and I let him.
The bed jiggled and Declan crawled on my back mounting me. He adjusted
his position until he had his thirteen year old hard cock lying in my
crack. Lowering himself, Declan pressed his small chest against me.
The movement of his hips began. They were slow, probing. He was
searching, seeking an entrance into me. I shifted to help him align
himself with me. When I felt the head of his boy cock press against my
opening, I arched up. Declan's thirteen year old mushroom head slipped
in. His first fuck.
"Oh god, dad I love you so much for letting me do this," Declan moaned
as he slid further into me.
I squeezed my eyes in initial discomfort until a raw sexual pleasure
overpowered me. My son was fucking me. He had his cock in a place
where I'd never even dreamed of letting any other guy near.
Declan's teen cock was beginning to feel good on a physical and a deep
emotional level.
"Dad, do you want me to cum inside you?" Declan whispered into my back.
"So I guess that thing between your legs is able to shoot," I chuckled
under Declan's moving hips. "Are you close?"
"That thing between my legs is playing inside you right now, and it
wants to play a little longer, before showing you it can shoot,"
Declan teased in short pleasurable breaths.
"Okay, plow away, you're in charge." I wiggled my butt for him and
chuckled, "You can cuss and say fuck if you want. After all, who am I
to admonish you when I'm lying under you letting you bang me?"
"Are you hard dad?" Declan asked. "Do you like it? Am I doing okay?"
"Yes to all the above," I laughed. "You can keep going as long as you want."
"I don't think so dad. I'm getting close. You ready? Oh my god, oh
hell yeah. I'm gonna cum inside you. Oh fuuuuck! Here it cums. Oh my
go... arrrrgghhhh! Oh fuck, fuck yeah. I'm shooting in you. Take it dad.
Take it, Declan rasped as he unloaded his thirteen year old nut milk
in my guts.
I saw stars. My cock went into spasms spewing spunk on the bed. I
didn't know an orgasm could be that intense with my boy's cock up my
ass squirting his teenage payload in me.
Declan relaxed on my back, his entire weight on me and his boner still
inside me. He was soaking in the afterglow and I let him.
"How was it?" I asked lying under Declan.
"Ummm," Declan hummed in contented pleasure.
Declan's hips started moving, sliding his dick partially in and out of
me. I shifted a little trying to get away from my own cum pool under
me. It was getting cold and sticky. Declan's hands tightened on my
wrists.
"Please dad, can I fuck you again before we get up?" Declan asked. "Please."
I relaxed under him, and let him have his way. I listened to the sound
of his breathing, and occasional sexual animal growls he'd make. It
felt so good; I began to whimper letting Declan know I loved him
fucking me. Even for the second time, he didn't last very long, and in
minutes, Declan was firing his thirteen year old cock cream in me
again.
When Declan rolled off me and I could see his face; the smile and
sparkle in his eyes, spoke volumes. He was a happy camper.
After wiping cum off the bed and showering together this time, we lay
down again. Declan spoon snuggled into me, taking my free hand placing
it in his crotch. I played with his new pubes, cupped his young balls,
wrapped my hand around his shaft, and felt his precum leak onto my
fingers. The little fucker was ready to go again. We drifted into an
afternoon nap with me playing with my son's junk.
***
We slept for over three hours. When I woke Declan was still sound
asleep. We drifted apart while sleeping and Declan lay on his back
fully exposed. Sitting up I scanned him. It was as if someone had
cloned me and I saw myself at thirteen again, only without the braces.
Declan had nice teeth, and must have inherited those from his mother.
I got horny looking at him, but in a passive way. I wanted to please
him. I loved this kid. Wetting the tip of my index finger, I ran it
across his young peter. In true form, his cock responded and enlarged
until it was erect.
Getting up I rummaged through my closet and found some old silk ties I
never wear. Linking them together, I tied Declan spread eagle on our
bed, trying not to wake him. I got both wrists and one ankle bound to
the corners of the bed before he woke up.
"What are you doing?" Declan asked not sure if he should be scared or not.
"You're my prisoner, and I'm going to ravish you," I wiggled my eyebrows.
A huge grin spread across Declan's face. "I don't know what ravish
means, but I hope it's good," Declan said.
I finished tying his ankle to the bed. "We'll see if you like being
ravished," I chuckled.
I laid my hairy body on top of Declan's small body making sure my cock
nestled beside his. Keeping the weight on my elbows, I leaned in
pressing my lips to the base of his neck. I started licking and wet
kissing him. I worked my way to his ears, around his eyes to the tip
of his nose, brushing by his lips I went to the other side of his
neck. His cock jumped next to mine.
Down to his nipples; I sucked each one until he squirmed. Moving along
the abdomen, I made a raspberry on his bellybutton before I kissed
each slender hip. He cried in giggles tugging against the bonds.
My tongue worked over to his young pubes licking abound the base of
the shaft, careful not to touch his balls or dick. When I lifted my
head he groaned in unfulfilled agony.
Scooting down, I grasped his ankles holding him while running my
tongue up the bottom of his feet. He squealed, "Dad, you're killing
me!"
"Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?" I teased.
"I don't know, but I'll think of something," he said while trying to
pull his foot out of my grip.
I laughed and put each of his toes in my mouth one at a time. He loved this.
Moving up his shin and inner thigh I breathed warm breath on his teen sac.
Declan squirmed to get his balls closer to my mouth. When his young
nuts brushed my lips, I licked them, and then I devoured them in
gentle warmth.
"Oh god!" Declan moaned.
My fingers began a light exploration of his thirteen year old hard-on.
"You know you want to suck it, so get down on that thing," Declan half
moaned and half teased.
This surprised me and I chuckled to myself. I ran the tip of my tongue
along his teen rod. When I reached the head, I licked him, tasting his
precum. His boy cock jumped and he arched trying to get it in my
mouth.
"Suck it, dad. Let me put it in your mouth," Declan groaned arching up
again, trying to impale me on his teen cock. "Please, suck me."
"What would that make me?" I kidded continuing to lick along his shaft.
"Huh? Declan asked.
"What would that make me if I put your cock in my mouth?" I asked
again looking up.
Declan's head was raised looking at everything I was doing to him. "My
cocksucker," he said. "You'd be my cocksucker. I'll even try to find
other guys for you to blow if you want. Please suck me off. Please!"
"Don't move, or I'll stop, I said." I took my boy's dick in my mouth.
It was slow and torturous fun. A fraction of an inch at a time, my
lips encircled him enveloping him in the warm wetness of my mouth. My
tongue fondled him.
"Fuck dad! Oh fuck!" Declan said. "I've never felt anything so good.
Suck it you handsome cocksucker."
I had my upper lip in his soft pubic hair. My mouth felt invaded,
full, yet I wanted to get him deeper. I throated him before backing
off a little.
"Oh god dad, I'm gonna shoot. You better pull off or I'm gonna fuckin'
cum in your mouth. I can't hold... Fuuuucccck! I'm shooting. Oh christ,
it feels gooooood! Unnngghhh! Fuuuccck!"
Declan arched up ejaculating in my mouth. I felt the force of three
squirts hit the back of my palate and his cock jerked as he pumped
himself empty, pooling thirteen year old cum at the entrance of my
throat. His erection in me made it impossible to swallow and I tasted
cum for the first time as the warm teenage cream moved forward
progressing across my tongue. My cock throbbed along with his. I loved
him and wanted to please him. He was mine.
I held him in my mouth until his breathing became even again. Sitting
up I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He had the biggest shit-eating grin
on his face. Like the cat who had swallowed the canary.
"One more things before I untie you," I said.
"What? I don't know if I can handle anything else right now," Declan said.
"You can handle this," I said straddling his face and aiming my large
cock at his thirteen year old mouth.
"I love you dad, I'll do it for you. I'll be your cocksucker anytime,"
Declan said opening up for me.
The excitement and warmth of his lips was too much. Pulling out
knowing I'd probably drown him in the position he was in, I white
washed him. He was so cute laying there with my jizz covering his
face, running down his cheeks, I leaned over and kissed him.
"You are so fuckin' hot," I said. "We're going to have fun living together."
"Kiss me again, dad. Teach me that too," Declan lifted his head.
I leaned down and kissed him untying his hands.
"You're a horn dog dad, and you're sexy as hell," Declan mumbled while
kissing me.
I laughed reaching between his legs. The little fucker was hard again.
I loved this kid.
***